Lula invited you all, why not? Shows Yara for adding randoms without consideration.

You arrive at the bar a little late. After you said you would go Giuli had sent you a message:

SweetGurl: WTF CASS. THEY ARE GONNA DATE. WHY YOU DO DIS

You had looked at it for a moment, but didn't respond. It took you a while to get ready as you thought about it. Why had you decided to come? It was just going to be awkward now. Every time the question had filtered through your head you thought of Lula's voice and her pretty laugh. You were here now anyway, too late to second guess yourself. You were never too bothered with fashion, but it seemed like a nice place so you made a little effort. You wore a smart jacket over a cami top which comfortably covered your belly. You had a nice pair of trousers which you rarely wore which flared out at the bottom, as well as some small heels. You'd done a little make up too, as well as painting your nails. Not bad. You step through the door into the intimate space. Its full, but there are only a handful of patrons, scattered amongst the bar and the few small alcoves which line the room. You see Yara instantly, and she smiles and waves. She has her dyed black hair in its customary messy bob, the same colour as her lipstick and eyeshadow. She's wearing a domino half letterman jacket over her high cur crop top which connects to a strap around her neck, showing off her smooth stomach and navel piercing. She has some tight jeans on as well, her vans completing the look.
"Hey!" She says, showing her tongue piercing off deliberately. You hug and sit.
"Where's Lula?" You ask.
"Oh she's off talking to someone. She knows the owners!" Yara is probably your best friend, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, your conversation begins to flow freely. Suddenly she stops and grabs your arm.
"Oh there she is." You turn. her profile picture did not do her justice. Her silver hair comes to her waist, covering her face if not for the lock tucked behind a dainty ear. Her plump lips are daubed with dark red lipstick, her pale skin just bare touched with blush. Her piercing eyes slice through you as she smiles. She walks over gracefully, an impressive feat due to the cocktail dress she appears to have been poured into and the massive stilettoes she is balancing on. Her body is incredible, and the glittering gold garment does little to hide it, pinching her tight waist, presenting her smooth cleavage with its low V cut, and revealing her long, almost white leg with its high cut side slit. You are transfixed as she steps up to you, bending double to give you a tight hug and a peck on the cheek. She is cold, and her lips are so soft. You shake yourself.
"H- Hi Lula, how- wow you look great!" She slides in next to you.
"As do you." Her thigh touches yours ever so slightly.
The three of you begin to chat, elegant drinks in large glasses appearing out of nowhere.
"So, Lula what do you do for money?" You ask, cringing at the mundane question.
"Oh this and that. A bit of performing, a bit of contract work." She smiles. "I have some good friends with good connections." You smile back. Its hard to keep eye contact with her.
"And you?" She asks.
"I- I'm between jobs at the moment." You stammer. The thought of finances suddenly brings you back to reality. You had received an email from your landlord today, but hadn't looked at it yet. "Excuse me." You say, as you pull out your phone. The others continue to talk. There's a message on the server, Marie posting some of her art. Its good as always, but she downplays it, Giuli coming to the rescue with her frantic compliments. You admire the image of the woman buying apples she has painted for a moment, then close the conversation to open your email. Shit, rent is due, and sooner. Wasn't there some sort of law against that? Didn't they have to give some sort of warning?
"Cass?" You realise Yara is talking to you. "All good?" You nod.
"We were just thinking of heading back to Lula's for some wine, wanna come?" You look at her. Hell yes. The three of you pull your things together and leave, you only realising you haven't paid when you are halfway down the street.
"Don't worry about it." Lula says. "On me."

Lula's apartment is as glamorous as you expect. High up in one of the most expensive high rises in the city it has long windows and crisp white furniture. The walls are painted an earthy red, illuminated softly by the open fire. You grip your toes in the white fluffy rug and stare out at the city. The sound of a cork popping turns you around, and you see Yara watching Lula pour two glasses of deep red wine.
"Hope you don't mind if I don't join you." She says with a wink. You take a sip of the delicious liquid, frowning as you try to remember if Lula has had anything to drink this evening.
"Not to your liking?" You look up to see her leant on the kitchen countertop, her dress hanging open revealing... well, everything. Her plump breasts hold their shape despite the lack of bra, and her light pink nipples brush the fabric of her dress as she shifts. You quickly look up at her eyes and wry smile, hoping you didn't stare obviously.
"No- er, very nice." You stammer.
Yara puts her glass down, "Delicious! This place is amazing!" She looks around, one elbow on the counter.
"Yeah." You say.
"Why don't I give you a tour." She leads you around, brushing over bathrooms and bedrooms until you rise to the third floor.
"This is my space." She gestures to a large room with two beds, one large and typical, one surrounded by cameras and mood lighting, right next to an impressive computer setup.
"Oh." Yara says, walking over to the bed with the cameras. "Do you..." Lula smiles and sits on it, crossing her legs to stroke Yara's leg with her toe.
"Oh yes, not so much these days, but it is great fun." She strokes the sheets fondly, the fabric rasping under long nails. She winks at you, then stands.
"I should show you sometimes." Yara laughs nervously.
"And this is where you know me best." She gestures to the computer. Yara laughs and sits down, clicking at the open tabs. The first one she clicks on opens up a page with a naked woman, ass up, having rapid sex with a large man. Yara clicks back instantly.
"Sorry- shit sorry Lula." Lula tuts.
"Not at all, that's a good one." She leans over Yara, her breast brushing the woman's shoulder, and clicks back. "See that." She points a white fingernail at the woman's face, her expression twisted into one of intense pleasure. "All real, I'm sure of it. And I would know." This last phrase she say's almost with a growl. You cross your legs where you stand unconsciously.
"Ah." Yara says, unable to keep her eyes from the screen. Lula straightens up as the video ends blessfully quickly.
"Well, what shall we do with ourselves?"
"Um, how about some more wine?" You say, just to say something really.
"An excellent suggestion, why don't you get Yara a fresh glass, I just want to show her something very quickly." You nod, slowly, then turn, scurrying down the stairs. What is happening? You weren't completely disdainful when it came to sex, but this was ridiculous. Was she setting up a threesome? With her and Yara? You take a deep breath as you examine the wine bottle. Expensive, of course. You pour more into Yara's cup, and top up your own, then walk back slowly. The place was immaculate and clean. Weird. You stepped back onto the third floor, and instantly stopped in your footsteps. Yara and Lula were on the other bed now, the one without cameras, Lula kissing her gently as they sat on the edge. You take a quick step back, but Lula's eyes shoot up to look at you. Yara doesn't move.
"Come, come Cass. Don't be shy." Her beautiful voice wraps around you, singing of possibility. You walk in and put the glasses on the bedside table.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt." Yara looks sleepy all of a sudden, she's nestled into Lula's embrace, her eyes drifting open and closed as she gazes up at her. Lula stands, letting Yara roll onto the soft fabric. You swear you see a speck of red on her neck as her head rolls, but its gone.
"You weren't interrupting anything." She says huskily in your ear. She's close now, bearing down on you. She stands at least half a foot taller than you, and yet you don't feel intimidated. You feel something else entirely. "In fact, I wanted you to come back so I could give you something before you head home." She's speaking softer now than ever, yet her words resound in your mind stronger than before. She slides her hands around your waist under your jacket, pressing her perky breasts into your collarbone.
"You're so sexy Cass." She hisses in your ear. You feel your legs tremble. Is this happening? Am I about to have sex with this weird woman and my best friend? Her lips meet your. They are soft and cold, the tongue which snakes between them equally so. Its long, her tongue. It pushes against your own, dominating your mouth as she explores your body with her hands. She extracts her tongue with a sigh. "You taste exquisite." You can't speak, only stare into her perfect face, mouth slightly ajar. She kisses you ear, your jaw, your neck. She lingers there, nuzzling your skin. You feel something hard touch your neck.
"Ah." You say, as you feel a prick. The prick turns into a jab, and you gasp. She holds you tight as you feel the pain grow, suddenly realising that she is driving her teeth into your neck. You push against her, but as soon as it has started it is over. She withdraws and releases you.
"Mmmm, brilliant Cass." She rubs your arm. You blink away stars, touching your neck were she... where she what? You take your hand away to see your clean fingers.
"Oh honey." She holds your arm. "You look woozy. Why don't I get you an Uber?" You nod, and she smiles as she takes you down. The rest of the night is a blur of streetlights, the sound of your door unlocking and your face hitting the pillow.